Luyện nghe bài hát Caribbean Wind

She was the rose of Sharon from paradise
From the city of seven hills near the of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were
By the man who had been dyin', who so mysteriously

Was she a child or a woman, did we go too
Were we sniper bait, did we follow a
Through a hole in the to where the long arm of the law cannot not reach
I been used and played as a pawn?
It certainly was possible as the gay night on
Where men bathed in perfume and practiced the hoax of free

And Caribbean winds still blow from Nassau to Mexico
the flames in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron so bold and free
Bringing everything that's near to me to the fire

Sea breeze blowin', there's a loose
Redeemed men, who escaped from the noose
Preaching faith and salvation, for the night to arrive
He was well connected, but her was a snare
And she had left him to die in
He was down slow, just barely staying alive

The cry of the peacock, flies my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's a in my bed
Street band "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the where the mission bells ring
She said, "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a
You can do about it, so let us agree to agree"

And them Caribbean winds still from Nassau to Mexico
Fanning the in the furnace of desire
And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so and free
Bringing everything that's near to me to the fire

Atlantic City by the cold sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I think it's for me
But it's only the silence in the buttermilk that call
Every new brings evil report
'Bout armies on the march and that is short
And famines and earthquakes and train wrecks and the tearin' down of the

Did you have a dream, that you couldn't explain?
meet your accusers, face to face in the rain?
She had chrome brown eyes that I won't forget as long as she's
I see the breakin' loose, see the devil pounding on tin
I see a house in the country being torn from within
I can hear my ancestors calling the land far beyond

And them Caribbean still blow from Nassau to Mexico
the flames in the furnace of desire
And them ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free
Bringing that's near to me nearer to the fire